Close by my side, my love is kneeling
in faithfulness to her plain duty.
I know her mind, and all heart-feeling,
but what I see is her sweet beauty.
With promises and vows unspoken,
she gave up all to be my scholar.
In discipline, she wears my token
– a simple thing – this leather collar.
Her tender gift, her self forsaken,
relieved, parlayed into my power,
a step she can’t retrace once taken,
a purity none can deflower!
What hymn of joy could hope to capture
this mutuality of rapture?
Author notes
This is another of my experimental "nine-to-a-line" sonnets.
Written September 13th, 2006
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An excellent sort of truncated sonnet, and a playful peek at mairi's naughty side. I even see that the Dalai Lama commented on your master/slave offering, which is rather odd, but I guess he knows good poetry when he sees it.
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This sub-form of the sonnet is what other people call a "Marshalline sonnet" (although I think that coining was my own, intended as a joke). http://allpoetry.com/column/show/2265620
The Dalai Lama below is my AP sister Toni, who hasn't been around for a while now.
From time to time I have written poems and fiction on a D/s theme. I'll say no more for now...
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Must admit I like the power of the 9 beat, matches the topic too.
100% absolutely concur with the expression here. I'm guessing the parachutes of vanilla still lay closed ... but hey those who know will adore. TPE isn't giving up without hope it's a choice to surrender and to accept that surrender. Absolute freedom is found within shackles.
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The world really isn't fair you know. You write with such power in such simplicity and make the language and the form fit you without effort.
Or to put it more simply
Damn girl, you can write!
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I got that facility the day I stopped regarding it as a chore. Thank you, Jeff.
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She looks like she's about to confess, like me, that this is very unfettered.
Nice poem M
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UN-fettered? Hardly!
M
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Robert, this was the second "nine-to-a-line sonnet" I ever wrote. I think I was simply trying to show that you could use the form (if I even thought of it as such at that time) for anything, even erotica. I am very glad you like this form.
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Transcending beauty
though I could care less for the nature of the content of this I do apreaciate the beauty of your form.
well done poet!
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Jugendstil rather than gothic? Hmmm. There is something about the English manifestation of Art Nouveau.. a kind of neo-mediaevalism in a way. I love Beardsly's flowing lines of ink, the sneer of his faces, without which the people would be so beautiful it would stop your heart. Maybe I should base some poems on his pictures. I am currently working through Waterhouse, though.
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I finally figured it out! Yeah, I've said that before, but this time, I think I'm onto something. I believe you are the Aubrey Beardsly of sonnets. I want to see a coffee table album of your erotic sonnets - that would be something incredible! If you are not fond of that artist, please don't think my comment less than a compliment - I love Aubrey Beardsly and admire him very much, just as I do you.
Toni
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Almost too much information there, Sylvyr. I am glad you like this poem - it was written for someone very special, who brought to me, in her humility, a very beautiful gift.
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Beautiful write hon... honest, poignant and so full of love it is enough to bring a moistness to both my eyes and loins at the thought of what happens in such a wonderful relationship
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The pic? Oh yeah, help yourself
Thanks Scribs.
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Nice poem, nice pic (can I have one of those to go). Lucky girl. Huggles
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Possibly the hottest reply to any of my poems, Pixie Princess. And my little one read it before I did Thank you. SMOOSH
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Darling mb
Her collar, a choke
witholds like a yoke
as you then pull
tightly by your rule.
Then, she just goes
wherever your lease flows
followed by her slick
dripping nether lips quick.
Your eyes do speak
hers bashful, yours peek
as her lips quiver
begging more give her.
Isn't this just divine
your of one mind
her soft as leather
you holding her tether.
Smoosh
Janet
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